Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 48 - The Most Arrogant Folk! 03.

[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]

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Third Person POV

Wall, 292 AC, At the some momment.

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Jon and his uncle, Benjen Stark, spent some time together atop the Wall, chatting after the commotion Jon had caused with his training exercise. They gazed out over the vast, icy north and watched dwarves, humans, and giants setting up their camp below. Jon shared with Benjen stories of his adventures and challenges since they had parted, albeit in a limited manner. With each account, Benjen looked at Jon with a mix of pride and surprise, impressed by the maturity and wisdom the young man had gained in such a short time, hearing that this child had started building a city among the wildlings.

"Jon, your place is not north of the Wall, impressive as that may be," Benjen couldn't help but exclaim to his nephew.

Jon looked at Benjen, his eyes reflecting the white expanse before them. "Uncle, I understand what you're saying. Winterfell will always be a part of who I am, but..." He paused, carefully choosing his words. "You know, it was only by leaving there that I could truly be myself. In Winterfell, I was always the bastard, the child of shame. But here..." Jon gestured towards the North, where his army was gathering, "here, I am a leader, someone with a purpose and a people to care for."

Benjen listened in silence, absorbing Jon's words. "You think you've found your place among the wildlings and these giants?" he asked, still trying to comprehend the extent of the changes Jon had undergone.

"It's not just about finding a place, Uncle. It's about fulfilling a mission that I feel was entrusted to me by the Old Gods," Jon replied, looking north with determination. "Arctica, my kingdom, is a place where everyone, regardless of their origin or past, has a role to play, a chance to belong. I couldn't find that in Winterfell, not with the shadows that followed me."

Benjen frowned, clearly surprised. "Arctica? You founded a kingdom? That's... hard to believe, Jon." His voice was full of awe mixed with a touch of incredulity. "But how? How could a boy from Winterfell..."

Jon smiled, understanding his uncle's confusion. "When I left Winterfell, Uncle, I had no intention of creating a kingdom. It started from a direct gift of the Old Gods asking me to go to the weirwood of the Wall, as you might know, I did extraordinary things in the North while I was here..." Jon spoke, and Benjen nodded.

"Yes, your feats continue to echo throughout the common folk, but many consider that you died when you crossed the Wall," he said.

"Well, I guess that's understandable. When I crossed the Wall, I discovered my mission and began to explore these icy lands trying to unite the tribes with us. We started as a tribe, a small group of people sharing a common vision, a desire to live in peace and harmony in a safe place and to protect ourselves. But we had our difficulties, exploring the North in search of a place, tribes attacked us together, we overcame all who challenged us, found other tribes, some races I didn't even know existed..."

"Like the dwarves?" interrupted Benjen, pointing down to where small, sturdy figures worked alongside humans and giants.

"Yes, the dwarves," confirmed Jon. "They are incredible craftsmen and brave warriors. I never thought I'd see a dwarf, but they are a vital part of Arctica now. And the giants... they have a strength that is very useful."

"Jon, I'm seeing 500 armored giants, do you know how many armies would tremble to fight against these things? I didn't know giants existed until I saw you with nearly 100 of them 2 years ago. But now you have 500 to fight by your side, it's amazing, but you know how this will draw attention from the south, right?" Benjen had a tone of seriousness in his voice.